The Charismatic Charlie Wade

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the group gathered around a blazing bonfire, the flames dancing in the darkening sky.

Leonardo, sensing the excitement in the air, had thought ahead, ensuring the ingredients for the dinner were abundant. But he went further, acquiring a selection of exquisite wines to heighten the evening’s festivities.

He carefully infused a touch of reiki into the wine, enough to prevent anyone from growing tired, all without leaving a trace, ensuring their enjoyment and secrecy.

The south’s high plateau setting brought a sudden chill as the night descended, but the warmth of the fire and the spirits within sustained the group’s comfort. Hector, master of the guitar, and some spirited young singers filled the night with music. Maria, finding herself easily a part of this lively atmosphere, felt truly relaxed for the first time in a long while.

As toasts flowed and laughter echoed, one young man remarked, “This wine tonight is something else, not like any I’ve had before. I usually drink much more, but I’m feeling so alive!”

Another joined in, “I’m a bit dizzy, but I don’t feel a hint of being drunk.”

“Absolutely comfortable!” someone chimed in, looking at Paul. “Bobby, did you bring a rare vintage? It’s different, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

Leonardo, with a smile, shared, “The difference you feel is in the atmosphere, my friends. The more vibrant, the more your capacity to enjoy the wine.”

Hector added, “Bobby’s got a point. Your ability to handle alcohol depends on factors like your tolerance, consumption, and surroundings. When we’re gathered like this, full of energy and good spirits, the alcohol goes down smoother.”

man nodded thoughtfully, grinning. “Makes sense! I’m having a blast tonight, so

the opportunity, suggested, “Since we’re all in such high spirits,

sharing skewers, and singing into the early hours of the morning. They noticed a few friends leaving the mountain before sunset, but

added wood to the fire, waiting eagerly for the sun’s grand entrance

the mental technique he’d learned from Zeba, tightly concealing his aura. He likened their

a possibility that someone skilled enough, like Morgana, could sense them. The key was to maintain absolute silence, minimizing the risk of being found. Morine had

way up the mountain, noticed the group below. Seeing the tents and the gathering of young people, she thought little of it, assuming

her in the distance. Despite her age, she radiated beauty and charisma, not unlike Maria.

close, feigning concern for her well-being. He whispered, “You stayed

grateful for Morine’s diversion, whispered back, “Yes, and it’s worth every moment, even with

Morgana’s direction, ensuring she saw them engaged in a private moment. He lowered his voice, remarking casually, “Looks like we’re

the act, saying, “Seems like she’s alone too.

bit odd, though,” Morine mused. “This mountain

from Morgana. In fact, it had the opposite effect, making her realize that appearing alone at dawn

visit Lucius Clark’s tomb, but doing so with this group so close might be inconvenient. They were merely a couple of hundred meters away. If she ventured in, they’d undoubtedly